It’s one of those weeks when things are a little bit sideways and out of kilter. My routine day to day is much the same as ever. music practice recording and all that. At the time of writing it is the 5th anniversary of Vicky Martins death and that seems to have gone in a flash. A lot has happened and it seems we are all moving on, like it or not and for many of us it is likely to be the last chapter, with some perhaps warenting an epilogue. Time gallops past at an increasing rate now from my perspective. How to use the time wisely? And how much of this precious resource do we have anyway?

What happened to me and when did I get so boring. Don’t answer that 🙂 Perhaps I always was just basking in the reflected lights of others achievements at times. I have nostalgia syndrome and everything is dragging me back to thinking of the past. Mix that up with a little guilt as well just for good measure to add seasoning and a little spice.

An instrumental Track from 1997. Entirely created on a Korg W1fd workstation. And recorded to analogue tape.

Me in 1959 I think. When did my nose get so big and other questions spring to mind I must admit. Life was indeed simpler then. Play, cuddle mum eat food play sleep and repeat.
Maybe not not so different from life now thinking about it. Play (make music), cuddle partner, eat, play and repeat. Drink wine and beer. That’s a plus. So being a pensioner is perhaps like being a kid again in many ways. And being stupid and having the odd tantrum too. Being taller is useful too of course.

Me much, much later.